It's fine, it's your house. [ He's gonna die! Having fuckin' supernatural sleepovers with the most attractive guy he's ever met is gonna kill him long before this werewolf bullshit does.
He takes a few deep breaths and goes to put his clothes in the dryer. ] That sounds good, just let my stuff dry. [ Because he's definitely going commando in these sweatpants and he's not going out in public without underwear. ] I guess I should ask Chris to take care of my cat...
[ Try and keep it together, Gavin. At least until the full moon, anyway. Hank for his part just nods. It's definitely reasonable to want to have clean underwear to go outside. Not like he'd fit into any of Hank's. ]
Yeah, we should probably grab more of your shit while we're out, too. I don't really want you outta my sight until we're both back to work.
[ Uh, it sure doesn't sound like Gavin gets a say in that. Because he doesn't. ]
[ Oh... a very primal shudder of pleasure rolls down his back at the tone of Hank's voice. It takes all he has to stop himself from doing that pleased, gentle growling he was doing last night.
The crack about the cat does help the feeling pass. He puts a hand on his chest dramatically. ]
I am well aware of the irony of this whole situation, believe me. But yeah, getting some of my stuff would be ideal.
[ What your alpha says goes, evidently. Hank has no idea he's doing it, he just knows he has to take care of Gavin and that's that. He won't take no for an answer. Even if means having to spend time with a cat. ]
He's gonna be pissed you're on the dog team now.
[ Hank chuckles. It'll probably be fine. Just because cats don't like him doesn't mean they can't reach some kind of compromise. ]
Sounds like we got a plan then. I'll go walk Sumo while your shit finishes drying. Then we can go, grab you some clothes, and buy way too much meat.
[ It helps when your alpha also has a really deep, sexy voice. Oh lordy.
He snorts. ] He already barely tolerates me, so we'll see how it goes. And yeah, you go do that. I'll be ready.
[ He goes to get his phone off the kitchen table to text Chris. Gavin feels a little bad having to lie to him... the guy is also incredibly perceptive, he probably already knows something isn't right about his little 'injury and absence.' (Usually because when he's been on pain meds he's called Chris and rambled in a stoned haze.) ]
[ Aw, you're friends, Gavin. That's cute. Hank grabs Sumo's leash and calls him over, sending one last look at Gavin as if he needs some kind of verification that he'd be okay.
Gavin will be okay. He's in Hank's home. He's safe. It's fine. Leaving for a damn walk shouldn't be this hard, but whatever. Hank opens the door. He's fine! ]
I'll be right back.
[ Sorry, Sumo, you're gonna get a really short, shitty walk. ]
[ Gavin just looks at him, as if he's giving him permission. He's not gonna freak out and chew up the curtains the second he's alone, it's fine. He had his little freak out in the shower last night anyway...
But once Hank leaves the rumbles he was stifling in his chest finally break free. Oh fuck, what is this sound? He's growling and purring? This is awful. He puts a hand over his throat as if that was going to stifle it. Fuck. Fuck, he's content.
So he texts Chris to distract himself from it, and once he confirms he'll watch Mordy starting tomorrow he's noticed it's stopped. Thank fuck.
The dryer dings and he goes to grab his stuff and go change in the bathroom. ]
[ Hank's a good block away by the time Gavin starts really purring, which is too fucking bad because he'd really enjoyed the adorable sounds Gavin had made last night in his sleep. He doesn't want to immediately rush back or anything, but he does take a particularly brisk walk around the neighborhood with Sumo, much to Sumo's disappointment. ]
C'mon, boy. You get it. You know I gotta take care of him. He's mine.
[ Woah, okay, that... was maybe not exactly what hank meant to say, but he said it. Sumo barks in acknowledgement. He does get it. He does his business and doesn't dawdle on the way home, bless him. They make it back in about five minutes, Hank more than happy to be home. ]
[ He gets on his underpants and jeans and just looks in the mirror again for a moment. How can your face feel new? It's so ridiculous.
He touches the bite mark again. Remembers what Hank's lips against his skin felt like. Uh oh, not opening that door. He swallows and grabs his belt, slipping it on as he heads int the hallway.
Oh, he's back. His shirt's pulled up over his stomach as he's messing with the belt. ]
[ Hank shivers as Gavin brushes his hand over the bite again. That's. It's weird. Definitely weird how he can almost kinda feel that. ]
Oh, uh. Yeah, no problem.
[ Also yep. Gavin sure did get ripped since Hank last paid attention to him in his rookie days. Wow. He's. Hmm. Hank should definitely not stare. He looks back down at his hands, unhooking Sumo's leash and actually taking care of shit instead of just standing there like an idiot. ]
[ Gavin finishes the buckle and drops the shirt, going to slip on his shoes. He's not even gonna mess with his hair, bangs in his face and everything. (He's completely oblivious to Hank's awkwardness, too distracted by his own.)
He leans down to pet Sumo for a moment then goes to grab his jacket. ]
[ Hank smiles. It makes him really happy to see Gavin and Sumo getting along. Is that weird? It's maybe a little weird, but Hank doesn't think about it too hard. He grabs his keys and makes his way back to the front door, holding it open for Gavin. ]
Sorry, Sumo, you're sitting this one out. Hold down the fort, while we're gone.
[ He actually winks at Sumo (with one eye! incredible!) as they head out the door. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets and finds himself just... standing on the sidewalk for a moment.
Huh.
It's not unpleasant, but it's. A lot. A lot of smells, a lot of sounds, a lot of... feelings. He almost turns around and walks back into Hank's house, where it feels 'safe.'
But that's not how he does things. He sets his jaw and all but stalks over to the car. ]
[ Hank snorts, giving Gavin the space to get used to everything, but still standing by his side if he needs it. Hank follows Gavin to the car and goes around to the driver side to unlock it. He's about to sit down when he smells something, something plastic and metallic and a quick look in the back seat shows exactly what he expects to find. Nothing. No blood, no mess. ]
Fucking Connor. That plastic asshole wouldn't know personal space if it slapped him in the face.
[ Hank shakes his head. He didn't have to do that. (He also snuck into Hank's car, but y'know.) Oh well, he slides into the driver's seat, waiting for Gavin to follow. ]
[ (He shudders again a bit at that comment. Aw fuck.) ]
Huh? [ He's a little overwhelmed by Smells but after a second of focusing he notices it too. And peeks in the back. Gavin snorts and shakes his head, climbing into the car. ]
Like I said, he's insufferably helpful. [ Seat belt clicked in. Well, at least Hank's car is another place that feels 'safe' to him. Helps calm his senses a bit. ]
Leave it to Connor to make a spy mission out of cleaning my fucking car.
[ Hank rolls his eyes, starting the car and pulling them out of the driveway. Naturally, a drive is a great time to talk. And yeah, for all that Connor cleaned, it still smells like Hank. It will always smell like Hank, so long as its his. ]
Oh, yeah. You probably noticed by now, but your sense of smell getting better isn't just about picking up on fresh grass and picking out fifteen herbs and spices. The way people smell... well, everybody's different. It's kinda hard to explain, but you can pick up a lot of shit just by the way people smell. It's a lot harder with androids since they don't fucking sweat or anything, but even them. It's just something you're gonna have to get used to.
Gavin snickers at his grousing, patting a little rhythm on his knees. He turns to listen when he starts talking. Yeah... when he mentions it, that makes sense. ]
Yeah, I get it. I do kinda feel like I'm... knowing more things than I should. It's weird as hell. [ Pat, pat. ] But so far you're just... Hank. Familiar and safe, I guess.
[ Oh, but that's... that's nice. It's nice for Gavin to say and nice to hear and it makes Hank want to puff up his chest and hold Gavin up to his chest. Which he obviously can't do since he's driving so Hank just keeps his gave straight ahead, trying and failing to hide his blush. ]
Good. That's good. [ He laughs. Yes, this deflection should work, surely. ] I'm looking out for you here, so it'd suck if you thought I stank or something.
[ Oh... hm. He can sense that contentedness from Hank and it's. Sure a thing. His ribs want to rattle again but he swallows it back, absently reaching up to touch at his neck again. ]
Yeah, uh. Don't worry, you're good. [ A pause. ] I... I appreciate it though. That you're doing all of this for me.
[ Oh, but talking is so much easier than acknowledging the warm contentedness that Gavin pretty much broadcasts the moment he touches a hand to the bite on his neck. If that's gonna become a habit for Gavin, Hank sure as hell ain't gonna stop it.
It's... really nice. Words are one thing, but feeling it is really nice too. Hank clears his throat, looking over at Gavin once they've stopped at a red light. ]
Well, it's like I said. I ain't about to leave you to figure this shit out on your own. I know what that's like and it sucks.
[ It's been comforting and grounding through all of this so far, so he's not going to stop. He really doesn't have any idea that Hank feels it too... he'd die of embarrassment if he knew that.
He turns to look at him, dropping his hand back in his lap at the light. Gavin manages a little smile. ]
Yeah... it's kinda weird to me. Since that's kinda how shit's always been for me. [ 'You're smart, Ezra, you don't need help.' ]
[ Hank spares Gavin a look before he has to turn back towards the road. It's sad to think of Gavin never getting the acknowledgement he so clearly needed. Growing up under Elijah Kamski's shadow cleft a pretty obvious scar on him, and not just the one on his face. Really, it's no wonder Gavin had been such a bright-eyed, hard-working rookie back when they first met. He just wanted someone to notice and tell him he was doing alright. ]
Guess I'll be bucking the trend. [ Hank shrugs like it's no big deal, even knowing it's quite a big deal. ] You can count on me, alright? I turned you, so you're my pack. [ He smirks, flashing a bit of fang just because he can. ] Good luck getting rid of me now.
[ Maybe Gavin will get into all the sordid Kamski details one of these days. He's no up for it now, that's for sure. But a lot of his personality makes sense with the whole... everything.
That flash of a fang makes his heart leap, but not in a scared way at all. Hope? Excitement? (Something else?) So he manages a grin back, his first toothy little smile with a glimmer deep in his eyes. ]
I guess I'll learn to tolerate your ass, Anderson. For your sake, at least. [ He's very much teasing. ]
[ Someday, maybe. And Hank will be there. At least now he feels like he can understand the man. I mean the deep instinctual bond they have going helps too, but it does paint Gavin in a more sympathetic light. ]
Right. For me.
[ Hank chuckles, rolling his eyes because he knows they're both shits. It doesn't take that long for them to make it to Gavin's, either. And yeah, Hank knows where Gavin lives. Obviously. He's still his Lieutenant. ]
[ Yep. And now they're both supernatural shits. What have you unleashed, Hank? Detroit's already had enough problems lately.
Once they get to his place he sighs, rubbing between his eyes. ]
God, he's gonna be so pissed. Let's hope he still tolerates me. [ With that, he takes a deep breath and slinks out of the car. He gets out his key fob and heads into the building... ah shit. It's loud. He can hear what everyone's watching on their televisions.
So instead of taking the elevator he just jogs up the fucking stairs. Sorry Hank, you can take whatever route you like. He's finally at his front door and heads on in. ]
Mordy...?
[ Said cat is on his usual perch, but he's very. Still. His nose is twitching a lot. After a minute he appears to huff and goes to sit on the back of the couch. ]
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He takes a few deep breaths and goes to put his clothes in the dryer. ] That sounds good, just let my stuff dry. [ Because he's definitely going commando in these sweatpants and he's not going out in public without underwear. ] I guess I should ask Chris to take care of my cat...
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Yeah, we should probably grab more of your shit while we're out, too. I don't really want you outta my sight until we're both back to work.
[ Uh, it sure doesn't sound like Gavin gets a say in that. Because he doesn't. ]
...You would have a cat.
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The crack about the cat does help the feeling pass. He puts a hand on his chest dramatically. ]
I am well aware of the irony of this whole situation, believe me. But yeah, getting some of my stuff would be ideal.
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He's gonna be pissed you're on the dog team now.
[ Hank chuckles. It'll probably be fine. Just because cats don't like him doesn't mean they can't reach some kind of compromise. ]
Sounds like we got a plan then. I'll go walk Sumo while your shit finishes drying. Then we can go, grab you some clothes, and buy way too much meat.
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He snorts. ] He already barely tolerates me, so we'll see how it goes. And yeah, you go do that. I'll be ready.
[ He goes to get his phone off the kitchen table to text Chris. Gavin feels a little bad having to lie to him... the guy is also incredibly perceptive, he probably already knows something isn't right about his little 'injury and absence.' (Usually because when he's been on pain meds he's called Chris and rambled in a stoned haze.) ]
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Gavin will be okay. He's in Hank's home. He's safe. It's fine. Leaving for a damn walk shouldn't be this hard, but whatever. Hank opens the door. He's fine! ]
I'll be right back.
[ Sorry, Sumo, you're gonna get a really short, shitty walk. ]
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But once Hank leaves the rumbles he was stifling in his chest finally break free. Oh fuck, what is this sound? He's growling and purring? This is awful. He puts a hand over his throat as if that was going to stifle it. Fuck. Fuck, he's content.
So he texts Chris to distract himself from it, and once he confirms he'll watch Mordy starting tomorrow he's noticed it's stopped. Thank fuck.
The dryer dings and he goes to grab his stuff and go change in the bathroom. ]
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C'mon, boy. You get it. You know I gotta take care of him. He's mine.
[ Woah, okay, that... was maybe not exactly what hank meant to say, but he said it. Sumo barks in acknowledgement. He does get it. He does his business and doesn't dawdle on the way home, bless him. They make it back in about five minutes, Hank more than happy to be home. ]
Reed? You ready to go?
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He touches the bite mark again. Remembers what Hank's lips against his skin felt like. Uh oh, not opening that door. He swallows and grabs his belt, slipping it on as he heads int the hallway.
Oh, he's back. His shirt's pulled up over his stomach as he's messing with the belt. ]
Yeah, just a sec.
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Oh, uh. Yeah, no problem.
[ Also yep. Gavin sure did get ripped since Hank last paid attention to him in his rookie days. Wow. He's. Hmm. Hank should definitely not stare. He looks back down at his hands, unhooking Sumo's leash and actually taking care of shit instead of just standing there like an idiot. ]
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He leans down to pet Sumo for a moment then goes to grab his jacket. ]
Alright, let's go see how I do in public.
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[ Hank smiles. It makes him really happy to see Gavin and Sumo getting along. Is that weird? It's maybe a little weird, but Hank doesn't think about it too hard. He grabs his keys and makes his way back to the front door, holding it open for Gavin. ]
Sorry, Sumo, you're sitting this one out. Hold down the fort, while we're gone.
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[ He actually winks at Sumo (with one eye! incredible!) as they head out the door. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets and finds himself just... standing on the sidewalk for a moment.
Huh.
It's not unpleasant, but it's. A lot. A lot of smells, a lot of sounds, a lot of... feelings. He almost turns around and walks back into Hank's house, where it feels 'safe.'
But that's not how he does things. He sets his jaw and all but stalks over to the car. ]
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[ Hank snorts, giving Gavin the space to get used to everything, but still standing by his side if he needs it. Hank follows Gavin to the car and goes around to the driver side to unlock it. He's about to sit down when he smells something, something plastic and metallic and a quick look in the back seat shows exactly what he expects to find. Nothing. No blood, no mess. ]
Fucking Connor. That plastic asshole wouldn't know personal space if it slapped him in the face.
[ Hank shakes his head. He didn't have to do that. (He also snuck into Hank's car, but y'know.) Oh well, he slides into the driver's seat, waiting for Gavin to follow. ]
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Huh? [ He's a little overwhelmed by Smells but after a second of focusing he notices it too. And peeks in the back. Gavin snorts and shakes his head, climbing into the car. ]
Like I said, he's insufferably helpful. [ Seat belt clicked in. Well, at least Hank's car is another place that feels 'safe' to him. Helps calm his senses a bit. ]
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Leave it to Connor to make a spy mission out of cleaning my fucking car.
[ Hank rolls his eyes, starting the car and pulling them out of the driveway. Naturally, a drive is a great time to talk. And yeah, for all that Connor cleaned, it still smells like Hank. It will always smell like Hank, so long as its his. ]
Oh, yeah. You probably noticed by now, but your sense of smell getting better isn't just about picking up on fresh grass and picking out fifteen herbs and spices. The way people smell... well, everybody's different. It's kinda hard to explain, but you can pick up a lot of shit just by the way people smell. It's a lot harder with androids since they don't fucking sweat or anything, but even them. It's just something you're gonna have to get used to.
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Gavin snickers at his grousing, patting a little rhythm on his knees. He turns to listen when he starts talking. Yeah... when he mentions it, that makes sense. ]
Yeah, I get it. I do kinda feel like I'm... knowing more things than I should. It's weird as hell. [ Pat, pat. ] But so far you're just... Hank. Familiar and safe, I guess.
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[ Oh, but that's... that's nice. It's nice for Gavin to say and nice to hear and it makes Hank want to puff up his chest and hold Gavin up to his chest. Which he obviously can't do since he's driving so Hank just keeps his gave straight ahead, trying and failing to hide his blush. ]
Good. That's good. [ He laughs. Yes, this deflection should work, surely. ] I'm looking out for you here, so it'd suck if you thought I stank or something.
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[ Oh... hm. He can sense that contentedness from Hank and it's. Sure a thing. His ribs want to rattle again but he swallows it back, absently reaching up to touch at his neck again. ]
Yeah, uh. Don't worry, you're good. [ A pause. ] I... I appreciate it though. That you're doing all of this for me.
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[ Oh, but talking is so much easier than acknowledging the warm contentedness that Gavin pretty much broadcasts the moment he touches a hand to the bite on his neck. If that's gonna become a habit for Gavin, Hank sure as hell ain't gonna stop it.
It's... really nice. Words are one thing, but feeling it is really nice too. Hank clears his throat, looking over at Gavin once they've stopped at a red light. ]
Well, it's like I said. I ain't about to leave you to figure this shit out on your own. I know what that's like and it sucks.
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He turns to look at him, dropping his hand back in his lap at the light. Gavin manages a little smile. ]
Yeah... it's kinda weird to me. Since that's kinda how shit's always been for me. [ 'You're smart, Ezra, you don't need help.' ]
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Guess I'll be bucking the trend. [ Hank shrugs like it's no big deal, even knowing it's quite a big deal. ] You can count on me, alright? I turned you, so you're my pack. [ He smirks, flashing a bit of fang just because he can. ] Good luck getting rid of me now.
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That flash of a fang makes his heart leap, but not in a scared way at all. Hope? Excitement? (Something else?) So he manages a grin back, his first toothy little smile with a glimmer deep in his eyes. ]
I guess I'll learn to tolerate your ass, Anderson. For your sake, at least. [ He's very much teasing. ]
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Right. For me.
[ Hank chuckles, rolling his eyes because he knows they're both shits. It doesn't take that long for them to make it to Gavin's, either. And yeah, Hank knows where Gavin lives. Obviously. He's still his Lieutenant. ]
Alright. Time to go meet your cat.
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Once they get to his place he sighs, rubbing between his eyes. ]
God, he's gonna be so pissed. Let's hope he still tolerates me. [ With that, he takes a deep breath and slinks out of the car. He gets out his key fob and heads into the building... ah shit. It's loud. He can hear what everyone's watching on their televisions.
So instead of taking the elevator he just jogs up the fucking stairs. Sorry Hank, you can take whatever route you like. He's finally at his front door and heads on in. ]
Mordy...?
[ Said cat is on his usual perch, but he's very. Still. His nose is twitching a lot. After a minute he appears to huff and goes to sit on the back of the couch. ]
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